Transformers Prime Predacon Novels & Stories

She was young, possibly about eighteen or nineteen, with long red hair piled atop her head, and wore pink scrubs. Cadence was confused. She had no idea whether or not the staff in Cale's medical practice was aware of what else went on there. There were rules about what humans were allowed to know. She smiled, but glanced at him, waiting for some sort of clue as to what she should say. "It's okay," he explained. "Adrian is the daughter of a Hunter and is actually thinking about Transforming soon." "Oh, that's great!" Cadence exclaimed, taking the girl's outstretched hand. "I hope you decide to do so. You'll never get bored, that's for sure," she added, raising her eyebrows.

The nation was waiting for the new president to take charge of the affairs of the country. Prince Lukonde, an ex-regiment officer was pulling the strings at the Heroes Stadium. There was specific timing for every move he was to make in conformity to the natural law of justice. His initiator had labored to explain to him the Hindu belief of Karma until he saw it in clearest view and appreciated this part of the doctrine. Subi was not going to be the president for nature could not allow it. Therefore, the Insaka tasked the ex-soldier to find the best way of reintroducing the past into the young woman’s present. Though at first it was not an easy thing for to do, because of the amount of inform

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

“…Operator?” Her voice echoed strangely, as if the system itself was speaking through her. The Primordial Warden finally fully emerged from the sky. Its enormous body towered over the continent. Wings the size of cities unfolded behind it. The single eye in its head glowed like a dying star. YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE PRISON CORE Lyra floated slightly above the ground now without realizing it. “…Yeah,” she muttered. “I’m starting to get that.” Adrian stood below her, watching carefully. His expression showed something she had never seen before.

A threatening growl echoed from both their throats, a primal manifestation of their deep pain as they realized that the woman who was destined to be their mate was in love with another, and worse, a human. In an invisible bond that connected them, Paulo and Pedro exchanged a simultaneous glance and, moving as one entity, declared coldly through the link: “We will reject her.” Together, they began to utter the words of ceremonial rejection that would echo throughout the supernatural realm: “We, the Supreme Alpha Kings of all supernatural beings, Paulo and Pedro Re...” However, before they could finish the declaration, Mia, the twins' mother, burst in furiously. The transformation occurred mag

"Central location, reinforced structure, multiple exit routes if we need them. Rafe, pull everyone back to inner perimeter. Luka, get the allied packs on communication. Tell them we need reinforcement immediately." "They will not get here in time," Luka said, but he was already moving to make the calls. "I know. But they need to know what we are facing." Damien looked at Vera. "You said you could teach Elena to defend against Prime command. We have about five minutes. Start teaching." Vera moved to Elena quickly. They sat on the floor of the war room right there in the chaos while the compound mobilized around them. "Prime command works by overwhelming will," Vera said rapidly. "Most wolves

The aura that rolled off him was power on a level I'd never felt before. "Move along," he said casually, but the threat beneath made my blood run cold. "Now." "She's just a wolf…" My attacker tried to say but the mystery man was quicker. He moved in a blur, lifting my attacker by the throat, as he bared his fangs, eyes turning a shade of red. I was right. He was an Alpha. "I said move along." He threw the wolf down the hallway like a rag doll, the sight shocking me. The Omega scrambled away without looking back.

“Explain.” She smiles through the pain. “He’s been playing all of you. The Coven, the Architects… even us. He wants the pup for himself. Says a hybrid prince with bridge power could rule both wolves and vampires.” My vision goes red. I turn to Maddox. “Secure them. We’re taking them back. Then we prepare for war on two fronts.” As my team moves to obey, a new alarm blares from the console. Ryker’s voice explodes through comms:

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"